Lil Wayne

I’ma make it clap, clap, clap, ain’t no itty bitty

If you got a lap, I’ma sit, real pretty

You don’t have to beg because I’m fresh out of pardons

Little voices in my head said, “Don’t mind the little voices,” woah

Woo, this that shit they didn’t want me on

I’m ’bout to act a badonkadonk, shamone, shamone

Don’t need sugar, I need cream, I’m dark and strong

The garbage man puttin’ on cologne, aroma wrong

I fuck with real riders and they tickets paid

For them dead presidents, we will start digging graves

I stick to the script, I memorize the lines

Cause life is a movie that I’ve seen too many times

I am not a human

Shout to all my moon men

I loved her fancy underwear, I sit behind her every year

Waiting for the chance to get to tell her

I’m the one she should be with

I’ma need a coupe, I won’t need a roof

Flyer than Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice

What I’m doing? (Getting money)

What we doing? (Getting money)

Money—money on my mind

So money is all I think of (Ayy)

What you have here is brought to you courtesy of

The young man Young Carter and the great man Mannie Fresh

So what I want y’all out there to do for me is

I’m the son of Cash Money

The fodd of the squad

And Baby bout to buy me a house in the sky

Cuz I’m so fly

If I spot the law’s comin’, hey, it’s time to roll

Candy Carter got a line of parole, out of control

Ain’t no love for no busta, no fear for no coward

No respect for no slut, and no money without power

Gone ‘Til November reveals the true story of what really happened while Wayne was behind bars, exploring everything from his daily rituals to his interactions with other inmates, and how he was able to keep himself motivated and grateful.